coming & going

to fly across the river made of light
a dead man brings us all together:
picked me up on the bridge
dropped me in an altar
next to the weeping, below
a singing choir


god gives you radio
when you need it
thank god for the road


the mud smells like grass
a dead seagull blooms
across the road
more comes from the wind:
a white nike shoe at the curb  
recycling bin in a puddle
next to plastic cooler in the street
balloons tied to step rail
an upside down flower pot
flown from the roof
a new kind of peace that comes
from enjoying the storm


the wind at my back and the rain inside me
the sky and I, we build a lake together
even come down low enough to swim in it

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